Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night took a trip down to the corner
rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the aisle for chocolate and coconut water
When he in told the counter to open the drawer
Stuck the piece to his as he insisted
"If you know what's good for you, I that you should listen"
But he didn't, attendant was
That's when he flipped the and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"
He turned around and searched the store frantic eyes
Of course he on mine, I was the only one inside
Come on kid, it's to go for a ride
Flashed his and me and said don't you be trying nothing
Tied and blildfolded threw me in the
Stunk of gasoline and stale butts
I'm "fuck man, fuck man, this is just my luck"
My stomach telling me this be my one
Think to myself what the hell I could done
Should run
Yeah I bet it a loaded gun
Breathing heavily up over 70
Settled on meat, don't even believe in heaven, B
20 minutes at least, when tires screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has weak
the trunk, "get up," he tells me
Walk a couple paces throws me to my knees

- ZZ Ward]
I even try to hurt no one
See it my finger on that trigger
Visualize but I got none
Now I paid my bail but it just got
Sirens shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse, now I can't reverse
It's a sitting on my back
The on me, yes I'll never be free

[Rocky
there's substance in my reefer raps
They getting across the map
I'm shit, take a lap
on me, take a nap
But know dreams about me bad
Knowing I'm getting money that you never had
I'm what I want so homie I ain't never sad
Do what makes you happy even if it them niggas mad
And they gonna talk about you, at least you staying on their
them to get off your dick and to get up on that grind
Trying to keep up with me, they just gonna get left
Homie I'm the fast forward, make you want to press
I keep them on the chase, that I'm in first place
I keep up with my pace, you should your sneakers laced
We breaking ankles, over, sneakers you can find
That gold up on me, Rolly homie, it's my time
And try to fuck with my plans
Catch a bomb like you trying to a run through Iran, damn

[Blu &
Damn, been shot
Them pos be locking up the and shit is hot
For your home block it's no more weed and no more
My pockets hurting, heard you eating, you got
Driving in circles, make a leaner with my
I'll and fuck at the cops
I'll keep your cousin watch, I'll it
And my out swerving
caught us by the place where we were surfing
And brought us in cause we have insurance, fuckers